Mulder: We call it the miracle of life: Conception. A union of perfect opposites. Essence transforming into existence, an act without which mankind would not exist and humanity cease to exist. Or is this just nostalgia now? An act of biology commandeered by modern science and technology. God-like we extract, implant, inseminate and we clone. But has our ingenuity rendered the miracle into a simple trick? In the artifice of replicating life can we become the creator? Then what of the soul? Can it too be replicated? Does it live in this matter we call DNA? Or is its placement the opposite of artifice, capable only by God? How did this child come to be? What set its heart beating? Is it the product of a union or the work of a divine hand? An answered prayer, a true miracle? Or is it a wonder of technology? The intervention of other hands? What do I tell this child about to be born? What do I tell Scully? What do I tell myself?